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Alan Gold's Saw a granny Bachelorette party here that made my night. Seeing someone break dance with a walker just hits right.

Sparkling Wine Sorbet Villa Serbelloni

Lake Como Bellagio, Italy

The hours bleed into one another, and still the air remembers. Not absence, but a hush, thick as velvet — a silence that does not forget. Something shifted in the shadowed span of days, a thread I had thought unbroken slipped, unseen, through my grasp. What once flickered against the dark now lies dormant, yet I feel it still — faint, like the echo of wings against glass, or the aftertaste of a word never spoken. It was never mine to hold, yet I carry it as if branded.